King's Awakening-Chapter 733 - : The Function of the Spirit Pill

Chapter 733: Chapter 733: The Function of the Spirit Pill

White Mitchell’s consciousness seemed to arrive in an unknown world, surrounded by verdant mountains and soaked in an air of immortality with unrecognizable cultivators all around him.

Soon, he arrived at the entrance of a secluded cave. This ancient cave, rumored to be a thousand years old, was the place where countless cultivators supposedly broke through their current realm and stepped onto the path of higher cultivation. Consequently, the cave has been revered as a sanctuary in the Cultivation World, bringing endless hope for many cultivators.

With reverence in his heart, White Mitchell gently pushed open the gate of the cave. A faint fragrance wafted from within, seemingly inviting him to enter. He hesitated briefly before bravely stepping into this unknown world.

Upon entering, he immediately felt a powerful Spiritual Power enveloping him, as if the entire cave was ensnared in mystical force. He took a moment to regulate his breathing, naturally letting the Spiritual Energy seep into his body. He assumed in his heart that this energy must be emanating from some spiritual treasures hidden within the cave.

Just as he was concentrating on absorbing the Spiritual Power, a magnificent Spirit Pill, gleaming like bright agate, appeared before his eyes. He held the Spirit Pill, sensing the implications. This very pill was said to be of ancestral origin and is believed to hold a miraculous effect on breaking through realms of cultivation. Without any delay, White Mitchell put the Spirit Pill into his mouth, closed his eyes and poured all of his concentration into sensing the changes caused by the pill.

As soon as he swallowed the Spirit Pill, a surge of scorching energy poured into his body, as if molten lava was raging within him and triggering a powerful energy shock. He felt all his meridians trembling violently, translucent Spiritual Power began to flow within him, coalescing into peculiar traces.

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This trail, like a mighty dragon, traversed through his body, merging with every single one of his meridians. White Mitchell could feel his cultivation rapidly advancing, seemingly shaking off the original bottleneck restricting his cultivation.

His body started trembling, his Spiritual Power grew increasingly fierce, and his body even started to emanate a faint mist. This mist, appearing to be the embodiment of Spiritual Energy, lingered in the air around him. At the same time, the Spiritual Energy within the cave flared to coincide with White Mitchell’s breakthrough, filling the cave with a strong energy fluctuation.

For an instant, it seemed as though a door in the continuum between heaven and earth had opened. A dazzling light poured out of the cave, illuminating the entire mountain range. Hundreds of scouts, cultivators, and immortals were drawn to this brightness, they hurried over to behold the spectacle unfolding. To their surprise, an incredible radiance was emanating from the seemingly ordinary cave.

Meanwhile, a nearby Elder of the cultivators quietly watched this scene unfolding. He obviously wasn’t surprised by White Mitchell’s breakthrough. He had known, this cave held immense energy, only those truly capable of breaking through their realm could awaken the Spiritual Energy within it. And White Mitchell was indeed one such individual.

White lightning bolts cut through the sky as though the Power of Heaven and Earth was being extracted and continuously channeled into the encampment. Nameless Spiritual Energy swirled like a vast sea, forming a huge vortex within the cave and devouring everything around White Mitchell.

White Mitchell trembled all over, experiencing an unheard-of power. His eyes sparkled as though he could visualize a mysterious world. He reached out his hand and a thread of golden lightning thinner than a hair spurted out from his fingertip, tearing the night sky and colliding into a brilliant blossom of light.

In this glowing radiance, it was as if everything under heaven was attracted, dancing around White Mitchell like shadowy figures. The still air began to flutter, seemingly under the control of a mystical force.

Within the cave, a sense of gratification flitted through the Elder’s eyes. He knew White Mitchell had entered the Universal Realm, acquiring the power originating from the universe itself. This meant that White Mitchell would become one of the most potent existences in the Cultivation World, obtaining unlimited power, and having the ability to alter the laws of the world.

With the passage of time, the celestial phenomenon eventually faded, and the cave restored its former tranquility. Yet, the Cultivation World was stirred by White Mitchell’s breakthrough, triggering an unprecedented sea change. The cultivators were in an uproar, each of them upon learning the news, hoped to catch a glimpse of this legendary figure in the cultivation world.

However, White Mitchell himself remained silent. He was aware that this was merely a new beginning in his journey of cultivation. Standing at the entrance of the cave, powerful aura encircling him, his eyes filled with depth and resolve.

“Something’s not right! Where am I? Who am I? I…”

Suddenly, White Mitchell’s thoughts took a curious turn, and he instantly appeared to be in a swirl of confusion.

He had never experienced anything like this before.

What in the world was happening?

At this moment, White Mitchell seemed to have completely forgotten who he was, his consciousness wandering aimlessly in that elusive realm, gradually falling into oblivion.

“You are White Mitchell, who shoulders the future of Dragon Realm. You bear the fortune of Dragon Realm within you. You cannot succumb. All of this is false. All of it is false!”

Suddenly, a certain voice exploded within White Mitchell’s mind.

White Mitchell abruptly opened his eyes and looked around.

“Are you awake?” Lucy blurted out the moment she saw White Mitchell wake up.

“What about the God of Heaven War and the Earth War God?” White Mitchell managed to utter the words despite feeling unwell.

At this moment, it felt to him as if an uncontrollable power was wreaking havoc within his own body.

But, he was too desperate to care. He simply needed to know whether both the God of Heaven War and the Earth War God were still alive.

“In order to buy you time, they’ve lured a master from Heavenly Dragon City away,” Lucy said bitterly, her face filled with guilt.

She regretted not learning more when she was in the Beast Controlling Sect. Else, she would not be this passive.

“Help me up!” White Mitchell ordered.

“What are you trying to do?” asked Lucy, perplexed by White Mitchell’s instructions.

Without offering much explanation, White Mitchell had Lucy assist him to the peak of a mountain.

“Find somewhere safe to hide!” White Mitchell demanded.

Worriedly, Lucy stole a glance at White Mitchell, fearing that he might contemplate jumping off the cliff.

Despite her concerns, deep down, she knew that White Mitchell was not that type of person.

Throughout their journey, he had never once spoken of giving up in face of adversity, and now, he certainly would not choose to end his own life when his friends were in trouble.

He must have had his reasons for doing so.

Lucy chose not to continue questioning, silently watching White Mitchell.

White Mitchell stood at the peak of the cliff, bathed in sunlight that made his handsome face glow, as translucent as jade. Closing his eyes to concentrate, he could feel the turbulent flow of True Qi within him growing stronger. In this moment, he felt his spirit merge with the world around him, achieving a state of transcendence.

The universe seemed to acknowledge White Mitchell’s breakthrough. In the sky, the clouds thickened, floating like tufts of cotton. A light breeze brushed past, scattering petals around him as if bestowing blessings and protection. The refreshing atmosphere was enveloped with a floral fragrance, as if countless flowers were praying for his safe journey to achieve greatness.

White Mitchell slowly opened his eyes, which now sparkled. Taking a deep breath, the True Qi in his body started to revolve around him. The Qi felt like an invisible colossal dragon furiously twisting and churning in his body. He could feel an incredible force coursing into his meridians and bones.

Lightly moving his body, White Mitchell slowly raised his hand, quietly summoning a faint blue glow. The warmth and strength of the light seemed to respond to White Mitchell’s call. With a small smile, White Mitchell spread the light across the entire peak of the cliff.

As the light spread, the surroundings of White Mitchell became foggy. Countless mysterious runes fluttered in the mist, forming a grand formation that encompassed the entire mountaintop. The enchanting formation was hard to believe.

White Mitchell was struck with a thought and the True Qi within him began to flow according to the rules of the formation. He gathered the Original Energy from the universe surrounding him, condensing it into beams of virtual light, directly piercing the sky. The beams of light broke through the clouds, cut through the universe, and connected with the starry space.

Suddenly, bolts of lightning flashed across the sky, as though opening a pathway between heaven and earth. The interweaving lightning lit up the entire mountaintop. At once, the mountaintop shone as if it were illuminated by daytime, with radiant light.

Just as White Mitchell was fully immersed in this peculiar force, the ground beneath him began to tremble. The mountain range cracked with the tremors, the sound of shattered rocks echoing in the horizon.

Following that, bundles of raging flames sprouted from the ground, encircling the entire mountaintop. The raging flames spewed out intense heat, causing the nearby mountains to glow red.

Within the blazing flames, White Mitchell’s figure gradually became blurred, as if merging with the flame. The flames transformed into a cloak of orange-red feathers, dancing around him. He was enveloped in a divine and majestic aura, like a god descending to the mortal realm.

The intense flames continued to rise, forming a massive Flame Tower. The Flame Tower seemed to hold innumerable hopes and beliefs, exuding a holy aura. At this moment, everything between heaven and earth seemed to be cheering for him, the world becomes even brighter and splendid because of him.

As the Flame Tower ascended, a huge vortex appeared in the sky. Countless stars twinkled within the vortex as if the Milky Way was descending from the heavens. Starlight passed through the vortex, landing on the Flame Tower, transforming into shiny streaks of light. These streaks roamed the Flame Tower, radiating a cosmic beauty and mystery.

At this moment, the entire heaven and earth seemed to pause. The wind ceased, the flowing clouds froze, and time seemed to stand still. In every creature’s eyes, there was only the massive Flame Tower and the streaks of light.

White Mitchell felt an immensely powerful force. His palm slowly lifted, and at his fingertips, stars began to form. The stars radiated a bright light, twinkling with tranquility and purity. The stars surrounded his body, as if connecting him with the universe.

Suddenly, bolts of lightning tore through the sky, like silver snakes threading through the stars, illuminating the whole world. The lightning seemed to turn into countless arcs, encircling White Mitchell’s body. The roars of thunder were deafening, as if the celestial gods were celebrating for him.

White Mitchell felt the empowering force brought by the lightning, his heart filled with indescribable joy. He knew that he had broken through to a new realm, becoming a true powerhouse.

Lightning rapidly circulated around White Mitchell, continually intensifying his inner True Qi. He felt a surge of powerful energy melding into his meridians, making his strength even more profound.

White Mitchell raised his palm, and in the void, bolts of lightning rapidly gathered together, forming a huge lightning vortex. The lightning vortex emitted dazzling light, radiating a powerful Power of Destruction.

White Mitchell made a motion in his heart, controlling the lightning vortex to blast against the gorge among the mountains. In a blink, lightning, accompanied by the sound of thunder, split the depths of the gorge, making the entire mountain range tremble tremendously.

Countless rocks shattered, mountains collapsed, the whole gorge seemed to turn into ruins. The land was destroyed, smoke obscured the sight, flames ran wild, the abyss formed a sight filled with the scent of death.

“Such powerful strength, but, it’s hard to control. Once I use it, even I myself cannot control it. What exactly is going on?” White Mitchell said with a grave look.

This powerful force, originating from his own body, but he had no control over it.

This was undeniably a terrifying thing.

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Imagine, his own unleashed technique, not harming the enemy but striking himself instead, what a horrifying thing that would be.

White Mitchell didn’t dare to use it until he could control this power.

Unless he was in a situation of life and death.

At this moment, the Origin Power within him slowly spoke, “Don’t fret. It’s the Spirit Pill causing mischief. The Spirit Pill has its own spiritual intelligence. Although this power has been refined by you, after all, it already possesses spiritual intelligence.

So, if you want to control this power, you have to establish a good relationship with the Spirit Pill in your body.

If you can gain its cooperation, then your control over this power will become much more effortless.”

“Spirit Pill?”

White Mitchell was slightly surprised. He didn’t expect the Spirit Pill was the one causing trouble.

It seems he needs to have a good chat with the Spirit Pill within him.

Otherwise, it occasionally causing a ruckus was not a solution.

With that thought in mind, White Mitchell began to calm his mind and communicate with the Spirit Pill.

“Spirit Pill, I know you have spiritual intelligence. We must get along well in order to exert our combined power.” White Mitchell muttered in his heart.

In his divine consciousness, a weak message came: “White Mitchell, you have finally noticed my existence. I am the Spirit Pill, existing in your body all the time, but you have not been aware of it.”

White Mitchell felt surprised, he couldn’t believe that he actually harbored a Spirit Pill in his body. “Spirit Pill, can you hear me? We should be able to live in peace, right? I don’t want to hurt you.”

The voice of the Spirit Pill rang out again: “White Mitchell, you are the first one to dare to communicate with me directly. I’m pleased and willing to cooperate with you. But I have my own conditions. We can only reach an agreement when you promise not to misuse my power.”

White Mitchell answered solemnly: “I understand your concern, I will not misuse your power. We can grow together and protect those we want to protect together.”

After a moment of silence, the Spirit Pill responded: “Since you can assure me, then we can start our cooperation. But remember, I am a special power, you must be careful to harness.”

White Mitchell felt a burst of self-confidence from within. He knew that he had won the recognition of the Spirit Pill. “Thank you for your trust, Spirit Pill. I will strive to learn how to use your power correctly.”

With White Mitchell’s determination, he began to feel a mysterious power emanating from the Spirit Pill integrate into his body slowly. His muscles seemed to be full of vitality, and his acumen began to shine through.

“White Mitchell, your strength has begun to leap forward.” Accompanied by the voice of the Spirit Pill, White Mitchell felt an unprecedented power in himself.

“Spirit Pill, what should we do next?” White Mitchell asked.

After a moment of contemplation, the Spirit Pill answered: “First, you practice. Only through long periods of practice can you master this power. As long as you continue to cultivate, you will inevitably become stronger.”

Following the guidance of the Spirit Pill, White Mitchell began systematic cultivation. He strived to understand and master the secret techniques imparted by the Spirit Pill. With the passage of time, White Mitchell’s strength rose daily, his body became more agile, and his combat effectiveness greatly improved.

Soon after, White Mitchell and the Spirit Pill perfectly merged, and a wonderful tacit understanding was established between them. The Spirit Pill not only shared its power with him but also provided him with endless wisdom and insight. White Mitchell became more proficient in both cultivation and combat, he became fearless, constantly exceeding his own limits.

Lucy, standing at the foot of the mountain, also sensed the change in White Mitchell, her face full of astonishment.

White Mitchell, who was on the verge of death just a moment ago, caused an abnormal natural phenomenon not only, but the whole person also seemed like a God.

Lucy was really curious, what kind of immense power was hidden in White Mitchell’s body that allowed him to grow to this extent in such a short time.

Although White Mitchell was already powerful before, his strength was more reflected in his experiences and resources.

Compared with the true masters, there was still a large gap.

Even compared with the geniuses of the Beast Controlling Sect, there was still a certain gap.

But the pace at which White Mitchell was growing now, truly shocked Lucy.

This speed of growth, simply too fast.

Not to mention ordinary people, even a genius would not be able to make such rapid progress in such a short amount of time like White Mitchell.

It can be said without exaggeration that the current White Mitchell, even if he encounters a true master from Heavenly Dragon City, he would probably be able to give a good fight.

Unless the upper echelons of Heavenly Dragon City themselves showed up, ordinary small fries in Heavenly Dragon City would definitely not be a match for him.